TOTEM (for Her Highness, Zaynab Otiti Obanor) — By Balogun Yusuf Gemini

(for Her Highness, Zaynab Otiti Obanor)

Ifa is a corpus,
the last gift Orunmila got from the Creator -
the divinity. the prophecy.
The gods are errand boys,
the bridge between the earth and beyond -
the crown is the deputy,
Alase Ekeji orisa -
the Oonirisa,
the powers that be.

Uneasy,they do say -
lies the head that wears a crown -
ori ti o maa d'ade,
inu agogo ide ni ti n wa.
Orun to maa lo igba ileke,
inu agogo ide ni ti n wa.
Kara-ibadi ti o so ileke iyun,
mo sebi inu agogo ide ni ti n wa.
Equity is the principle that guides life,
not equality.

The common man
and the royalty,
drank from a tap -
rooted from a source -
sprouted from an harem -
they both have footprints,
they both can run -
but not from their shadows..
what distinguish a man and the crown,
is the other realm -
the spirit world.

The king -
the husband of the witches,
the husband of the genies,
the husband of the women,
green. black. yellow.
oba lo nile,
all that be -
belongs to the king -
his control remains on the formidable humans,
not the gods that enthroned him.
And the moment one kisses the king,
she become a goddess.
Then, the clash of the titans..
a power clash.
Or how would two souls,
stand upright in place of a soul ?

She is a woman -
she is magic herself -
for her bottom power speaks for her
and she is the common man -
who can lobby with the gods -
she stands in the quest,
of being a king
and being a natural genie.
But the Abobaku(s) are now scared of death,
no wonder a man fled into hiding some seasons back,
so he won't swim beyond the earth with a king -
that was once a king.
She is the King's wife
not Abobaku..
for even Abobaku o fe ku mo.

Who is a queen ?
Is it the woman that smooch the skin of the crown,
or that woman whose tongue cuts through the ear lobe -
of the feared deputy of the other world ?
a queen is she -
who has dined in a calabash with the gods,
a queen is she -
who has tasted what the gods tasted,
a queen is she -
who has ventured to the other coven...
a queen is not just the she -
who roam in the four corners of aafin,
a queen is not the she -
who serve the king a free portion of her body,
when night falls.
For the king has concubines -
and choice wives.
The father has that son,
who is the apple of his eye -
the king has that woman,
who is the favorite amongst others -
perhaps,due to her exquisite beauty
or unrivalled wisdom.
When these physical gifts are gone,
she is just a common woman -
never a Queen
but a choice wife..

the poor cry fifty times a day,
the tears of the rich are unquantified..
what happens behind the closed door,
I don't know -
you don't know..
we know what they want us to know,
and like the gullible we were thought to be,
we believed the cock and bull stories..
what happens behind closed door,
is more than meet the eyes.
that's what comes with -
tears. blood.
that's what forms the water -
of royalty.
Royalty don't just die,
they are killed -
for spirits don't die,
we don't call it suicide -
it is a pass over.

Some bear the mysteries that linger in royalty -
because of wealths. inheritance. status.
Some can't just bear the mysteries -
for they might go blind.
And what law ordained that -
when a feet step out of the palace,
she can't roam freely on the popular world ?
Even akudaaya roam freely.

Soldier goes,
soldier comes.
A soldier today,
a soldier forever.
But a soldier can dump his belt -
and pick a gauntlet.
She is out of the palace -
she is no more a spirit -
she is a woman..
she was always a woman,
for ade isembaye make a king,
and hence,she was not a queen -
but a choice wife.
The spiritual realm is built on choices -
not compulsion.
The gods don't dictate,
they prophesy.
And Olodumare has total powers over prophecy..
for it to come to life or not,
just like He control a blossom -
to last for long or not.

Go to the earth and multiply !
was the command of Olodumare.
If this land is of no convenience,
then we can always sojourn to another land -
we are all common men,
until we see what we shouldn't see.
And we can always be common again -
it's from the heart,
not from the body.

Memory will have it -
as the queen who didn't last for two years,
because she couldn't endure -
the ghommids called royalty.
But -
there is always a second chance,
until death comes.
She is not to be blamed -
the gods are not to be blamed,
choice. choice. choice.
we always want to apportion blames -
we are still blind.

Some water have flowed for ages,
that dusts now make a nest out of it.
The chain would still continue,
as our heritage now turn to sham -
and the other world cackle at us..
the gods are laughing at our foolishness,
for no aspersion is to be casted on her -
she is never to be blamed.
She can once again,roam the free world..
liberty. choice. wisdom.
Yo yo yo,
E ronu.


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